This being of service thing can be super conflicting. You have a purpose. Maybe you know what it is. Maybe you’re still figuring that part out. But you sure as hell know that you weren’t put on this Earth to do nothing.
And so you know it has to do with service. You know it’s to do with leaving the world a better place than you found it but…you also want to have a good time whilst you’re here.
Everything is perfect. Everything is perfect. Everything is perfect.
Even when it’s hard. Even when there are tears. Even when it’s awesome and super scary all at the same time.
Sometimes, I write lots of words. They flow so easily I barely even notice I’m writing them. And other times, I stare at the screen hoping for inspiration because I have so much to say but the words won’t come.
And sometimes you just have to sit with the pain. Let her do her thing and burn herself out. Let the feelings wash over you and cleanse you of the imbalance and ground you into a greater sense of knowing who you are.
I’m not going to lie. Looking at apartments this week in Italy got me all kinds of anxious.
I want new energy and good coffee and to be close to my friends…. And…. I want travel and new people and to chase the sun’s warmth around the globe.